The Dark Eyes of London / The Human Monster (1940), Walter Summers.

Lugosi uses the old-inside-out-coat-plus-a-couple-of-belts trick on Greta Grynt.

Yes, I am on some kind of Lugosi kick.  I am the kind of person that listens to that one album looped over and over and over until I get it, tire of it, what can I say.  Dark Eyes of London is one creepy, weird film.  No Monogram campiness here!  It surprisingly approaches a modern tone in spots for the simple reason that it's disturbingly plausible.  Lugosi runs an insurance scam, using a charity home for the destitute blind as a cover.   Poor saps have to basket weave in an abandoned warehouse while someone plays a meandering, sanctimonious organ tune (hey, at least they thanked a bunch of blind guys in the credits).  Two cops are on the case, an American detective from Chicago and an inspector from Scotland Yard.  They push blonde beauty Greta Grynt into taking a position as a secretary at the home for the blind so they can gather enough evidence to convict Lugosi.  Nice guys, these two!  Interesting throughout and has a tense scene in which Grynt is pursued by a blind thug who keeps turning off the lights and running after her.

Is it just me, or does Lugosi have to haul around a limp (dead, fainted) body in every film?   And how did he manage to do this well into his fifties, I ask you!?